An Indian's Song Poem by Rolland Heiss

I hear the spirit singing
and I am very old
I know that he is bringing
a shelter from the cold.

I've heard the spirit sighing
because we were oppressed
I've heard the spirit crying
for tribes he once caressed.

I've heard the spirit's laughter
now he calls my name
To live forever after
in fields no white can claim.

I hear the spirit singing
and I am very old
I know that he is bringing
a shelter from the cold.

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